Mad Scientist Stories

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The Advert

by Professorredbottom on Jun 9, 2020
Illustrated

It happened almost two years ago, the kind of thing you don't forget. In fact, I can jack off just thinking about it. Yea, no kiddin, well, it happened like this.... I found an ad in the university, alternative, newspaper, stating that a Professor doing research, would pay men, ages eighteen to forty for semen samples, the more samples you can provide in a...

Patent Pending

by Wifetheif on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Edgar Williamson got the insistent text on his phone. It seemed very important if not immediately clear. He text was followed by a short phone call from Doctor Mather, "My house ten minutes!" was all it said. Dropping everything Edgar rushed out of his office, across the street, and into the nearby condominium complex where Doctor John Mather lived and work...

The Adventures of Dr. Frank Milfenstein

by TransforMaster on Jun 18, 2018
Humor & Satire

Frank Milfenstein was born in Wisconsin in the year 1969 and raised there with his family. He was the son of Alphonse Milfenstein and Caroline Beaufart, who died of syphilis when he was 17. He describes his ancestry thus: "I am a father's son, having left my mother's ample utters of milk when I was 14!". Having grown up without maternal support in...

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Tentacles

by Wifetheif on Dec 3, 2017
Fetish

"That was a lovely meal, Doctor Carlton!" stated my wife. "Thank you my dear," he replied, "I do very well for a bachelor, if I do say so myself.." Linda, my wife, looked at the gaunt, bald-domed professor and instantly understood why there had never been a Mrs. Carlton, but decided to humor him. "I find it surprising, that a man as intelligent and as br...

Hollywood Horror Story

by zbloutch on Feb 13, 2020
Fantasy

The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...

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Small Party at Bora Bora

by anglosextantyen4u on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Group of scientists in Massachussetts. At a local bistro. Private party. They have to plan. Scientific expedition. "So, where is the big trip next month?" Admonished asked, dipping his fries in a mixture of ketchup and a local hot sauce. The sauce had a blend of various peppers, including jalapeno and the infamous Scotch bonnett. He knows the chef. A bit to...

Transporting Brains and Not Bodies

by SusanJillParker on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Twinkle, twinkle little star, when life hasn't turned out the way that it was meant to be, a scientist discovers a way for people to make their dreams come true. "Angelo and Angela sat kissing in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Angelo loved Angela. They were to be married. The wedding was already planned. He was so excited and she was so happy, that is, until Mar...

Can't Fight Time Ch. 16

by sensanin on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

"Huh!" Grim gasped awake, freezing cold and drenched in water. Felicia's voice oozing sugary sweetness. "Good morning, Grim." Rolling his head, Grim tried to figure out where he was. Metal chains clanked around his wrists and ankles, sharp stone stabbed into his back, and the smell of mold and dried blood infiltrated his nostrils. The sensations and sm...

Dream Prom Date

by Zelonkarac on Sep 26, 2017
Science Fiction

It is that time of year again, Prom season. But this year is different, this is the Senior prom that will change everything. Sadly the only thing missing for someone is the actual prom date. Who is the protagonist or victim? (Dear reader, as you read this story please remember that if you like any of the chapters that you read please take a second to click &...

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Don't Open 'Till Doomsday

by PsychobettyQueen on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Music wafted through the warm spring air like ribbons of sound, reaching my ears in jumps and starts as I went to answer the phone. "...Don't open 'till doomsday, destruction's not far away..." It was the Misfits, playing through my crappy two dollar speakers at the other end of the house. When I reached the phone it had already rung six times. I was really...